Drabble: Love to Hate (DCU/DCnU, Dinah, Helena, Barbara, PG)
Title: Love to Hate.
Fandom: DCU/DCnU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dinah, Helena, Barbara.
Rating: PG
Word count: 367
Warnings: None. Unbeta’d.
Challenge: #005 - Beach
“I hate the sand between my toes,” Helena complained again and Dinah did her best not to roll her eyes.
“You are Italian. How can you possible hate the beach?” She asked, turning her head every so often to look at the redhead behind her. Barbara’s steps were more stable now, her legs stronger, but her mood hadn’t improve much the last few months.
“So let me get this straight,” Helena stopped and turned to look at the blonde. “Because I’m Italian I have to like the beach? Huh, guess I didn’t get the memo. And I said ‘sand’ not ‘beach’. I love the beach, but hate the sand, thank you very much. ”
“Isn’t, like, the same thing?” The Canary said between her lips, smart enough not to get in an argument with the Huntress. The woman would never let a fight down. Instead she turned her attention to the third part of their group.
Barbara was maybe five feet behind and looked as if she was going to a funeral. She had been distant to the whole trip here. So much in fact that soon after Zinda parked the car she went in search for a bar. Dinah didn’t blame her; she could barely stand this withdraw version of the redhead.
“What about you, Barbara? Don’t be shy especially since everyone here seems to hate my idea for fun,” Dinah said not bothering to hide the disappointment from her voice.
“Sorry Dinah, but I hate the sand between my toes too.”
Dinah was seconds away before telling both women where to stick the sand when she…No, it couldn’t, could it? Was Barbara…was Barbara smiling or it was a hallucination caused from too much hate and the sun? Nope, there was definitely a smile, a faint one but still a smile, in Barbara’s face.
“Babs,” she started to say.
“Only, you know,” Barbara looked down to her feet and Dinah did the same; Barbara was digging the sand with her toes. “I love to hate it.”
To Dinah’s surprise it was Helena that broke the silence.
“God help me, Gordon, but if you make me cry and ruin my makeup I will hurt you, that’s a promise.”
Fandom: DCU/DCnU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dinah, Helena, Barbara.
Rating: PG
Word count: 367
Warnings: None. Unbeta’d.
Challenge: #005 - Beach
“I hate the sand between my toes,” Helena complained again and Dinah did her best not to roll her eyes.
“You are Italian. How can you possible hate the beach?” She asked, turning her head every so often to look at the redhead behind her. Barbara’s steps were more stable now, her legs stronger, but her mood hadn’t improve much the last few months.
“So let me get this straight,” Helena stopped and turned to look at the blonde. “Because I’m Italian I have to like the beach? Huh, guess I didn’t get the memo. And I said ‘sand’ not ‘beach’. I love the beach, but hate the sand, thank you very much. ”
“Isn’t, like, the same thing?” The Canary said between her lips, smart enough not to get in an argument with the Huntress. The woman would never let a fight down. Instead she turned her attention to the third part of their group.
Barbara was maybe five feet behind and looked as if she was going to a funeral. She had been distant to the whole trip here. So much in fact that soon after Zinda parked the car she went in search for a bar. Dinah didn’t blame her; she could barely stand this withdraw version of the redhead.
“What about you, Barbara? Don’t be shy especially since everyone here seems to hate my idea for fun,” Dinah said not bothering to hide the disappointment from her voice.
“Sorry Dinah, but I hate the sand between my toes too.”
Dinah was seconds away before telling both women where to stick the sand when she…No, it couldn’t, could it? Was Barbara…was Barbara smiling or it was a hallucination caused from too much hate and the sun? Nope, there was definitely a smile, a faint one but still a smile, in Barbara’s face.
“Babs,” she started to say.
“Only, you know,” Barbara looked down to her feet and Dinah did the same; Barbara was digging the sand with her toes. “I love to hate it.”
To Dinah’s surprise it was Helena that broke the silence.
“God help me, Gordon, but if you make me cry and ruin my makeup I will hurt you, that’s a promise.”